The sea level
Meets today
With the sky
Beginner’s luck
She says
To no one
Laughing, she dives
Back in -
The thin layer of algae
Swims with her -
And the pool, if only
For moments,
Resides within its own
Enclosure
It’s Mother’s Day -
So she remembers -
But no letter,
Nor call, email
Just a slender wisp of
Gratifications
Born from
I-told-you-sos
Altogether
Covering up
That biting
Disappointment
In her gut
Just because
You’re in the
Running
Doesn’t mean
You’re the best
There is
And ever was
At least I don’t
Kid myself
That much
She thinks
I never was
Much of
A cook
To begin with
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